Pallets Diy Quotes & Sayings

When you wish upon objects in the sky,
Not knowing if you'll live or die,
Heal my heart and heal my head,
And for once sweet dreams,
When I crash in bed. — James L. Rubart

Susan Boynton mug. "I will," Birdie said, smiling. "Haven't you already read this?" he asked, — Nan Rossiter

God must have had a reason — Ben Sherwood

Crouching, Ceony felt the edge of the giant crack. None of it came away in her fingers, even when she scratched it with her nails. The rock stayed hard and firm. Another handful of sand dropped to the canyon floor, seeming to make no difference in the canyon's depth whatsoever. But Ceony knew that enough handfuls would fill it, eventually. After all, it took time to mend one's heart. Enough time could heal a heart as broken as this one. It was half-healed already. — Charlie N. Holmberg

Such loyalty is admirable, of course," said Scrimgeour, who seemed to be restraining his irritation with difficulty, "but Dumbledore is gone, Harry. He's gone."
"He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself. — J.K. Rowling

A poet is a time mechanic not an embalmer. — Jack Spicer

I think it's morally wrong to keep someone away from what keeps him happy. — Kirk Hammett

Go in quickly - Punch Hard - Get out! — Adolph Malan

You know, there's a place we all inhabit, but we don't much think about it, we're scarcely conscious of it, and it lasts for less than a minute a day. It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are, for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. — Jerry Spinelli

To take offense is to give offense. — Helen Schucman

So the force of the Self also travels through the psychic nerves and, pervading the entire body, imparts sentience to the senses, and that if this knot is cut, the Self will remain as it always is, without any attributes. — Ramana Maharshi